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When push turns to shove.

My body lies spreadeagled on the rail track.
Funny….. I never really felt the shove, or was it a push?
…Don’t feel anything now…
Better get up.
Where is my left hand?
Can’t profer a hand if I haven’t got one. My laugh sounds hollow in the night
What is all that yelling about?
I turn and see, that which I did not hear.

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